Saturday, July 28th.

Klein Moretti carefully groomed his black hair in front of the bathroom bust.

He was already dressed in a new, starched black gown, shiny double-breasted, with a collar that could stand up, and his shoulders were raised to make him look taller.

Combing his black hair neatly, he picked up the half-height silk top hat from the coat rack, dusted off the non-existent dust on it, and put it on properly.

He buttoned the double-breasted skirt of the dress one by one, and finally tied the bow tie so that the white shirt worn inside only showed the neckline.

"Well, yes, black is a color that will never go out of style."

Squeezing a smile in front of the mirror, looking left and right to make sure everything was neatly dressed, Crane left the bathroom and walked down the stairs to the first floor.

His older brother, Benson Moretti, dressed in a tuxedo, black waistcoat, white shirt, black bow tie, and straight trousers, stood in the middle of the living room.

Seeing Klein go downstairs, he greeted him helplessly.

"Melissa has to wear it like this, I ......"

"Benson, this outfit suits you perfectly, do you remember how you got along with those gentlemen and ladies at Selena's dinner two weeks ago?"

Benson touched his forehead, and the hairline, which was ahead of his peers, made him feel empty.

"Maybe, but didn't you just invite colleagues and teachers to this dinner?"

He asked, confused.

"But you've got to get used to it, Benson, it's a big deal for Crane, huh...... Maybe you'll come across ...... in the future."

At the top of the staircase came the voice of their sister, Melissa Moretti.

The two turned around, and Melissa also changed her clothes and went upstairs to the living room.

She wore an off-white dress with a ruffle-shaped tulle at the neckline and placket, and no fussy designs other than the popular leg of mutton sleeves, suitable for everyday wear.

Walking forward with a brisk step, Melissa sniffled, looked at Klein in surprise and said, "You actually dripped perfume?" ”

"Really? Why didn't I smell it? ”

Benson also leaned in curiously, took a breath, and said with a frown.

"Yes...... It is a light fragrance type. Klein explained, feeling a little hot on his face, and reached out to try to untie the bow tie, but he felt that the bow tie that he had worked so hard to tie should not be messed up like this, and his hand shook twice and then drooped.

"Uh-huh, but it does look handsome this way, better than Benson."

"It turns out that clothes are more important than the person."

Benson teased from the sidelines.

Then he frowned again, and his gaze swept over Melissa, Crane, and himself.

"Doesn't that seem a little too formal?"

"It's just a little dinner to celebrate the housewarming, and it's even a family dinner."

He muttered, but his hands ran across the tuxedo on his body, smoothing out the subtle wrinkles.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday," Melissa snapped at Benson, "Klein invited a colleague, a female colleague." ”

She emphasized the last word.

"Ahh

Benson replied first confused, then suddenly, deliberately prolonging the syllable.

"Ahem—"

Crane interrupted the siblings' teasing with a cough, and he took out the pocket watch in the pocket of his dress along the bracelet, opened the lid with a "snap", and glanced at it.

"The hired carriage I made an appointment is about to arrive, let's go and wait at the door."

Seeing that the hands were already pointing to 6 p.m., he said to the two of them.

The three siblings checked each other, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with their attire, they walked out of No. 2 Daffodil Street, waited at the door for a while, and boarded the hired carriage that had come to pick them up.

The "Silver Crown" is also located on Daffodil Street, at the other end of the street, not far from Moretti's house, and Benson had suggested that the three of them could walk there, but Melissa thought that she was wearing formal clothes to the banquet, but she walked to the banquet, not only was it easy to sweat, mess up her clothes, but also looked less elegant, and insisted on riding in a carriage.

"Melissa, you weren't like this before......"

Although Klein had already decided to ride in the carriage, he was quite emotional to see that his sister, who was worried about the family expenses a few weeks ago, now began to care about these "small money".

"It's not for you."

Melissa glared at him with a look of hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

"Maybe Melissa is adjusting to 'middle class' life ahead of time, you know, they're very—"

Benson quipped.

"Decent!"

Klein and Melissa replied in unison, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, regaining the feeling of self-deprecation and ridicule for each other.

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Silver Crown Restaurant is a very famous restaurant near Daffodil Street and Iron Cross Street, it is moderately priced, providing local dishes such as Rune, Intis, Fussac, etc., although some people think that their specialties are not authentic, and the taste is all local flavors of Rune, but most people care more about the grade and service quality of the restaurant than taste.

The horse-drawn carriage was parked steadily in front of the storefront on the two floors of the Silver Crown Restaurant, and it was already the peak time for dinner, and the restaurant was very crowded with people.

"We've booked a private room, right?"

Melissa asked Klein with some concern.

The latter nodded: "No problem, it's already booked." ”

He was the first to walk to the main entrance of the restaurant, and the two waiters stood on the left and right of the door, respectfully opening the door for him.

"We have reservations, Box 7, Klein Moretti."

The front desk flipped through the registration book, quickly confirmed the identity of the Klein family, and led them to Box 7 on the second floor.

The central chandelier illuminates the box, and a person at the round table is already sitting and waiting, reading the book in hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and the three Moretti brothers and sisters entering the room, the middle-aged man raised his head, his brown eyes looked at Klein calmly, and his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his age.

"I didn't expect you to be here, Mr. Azik, thank you for having the opportunity to join us for our little dinner."

Klein took off his hat and saluted the middle-aged man.

"This is Mr. Azik Eggers, a faculty member in the history department of Hoy University, and he has helped me a lot in my studies and work."

"This is my brother, Benson Moretti, and my sister, Melissa."

He introduced them to both sides.

Azik Eggers, a professor of history at Hoy University with bronzed skin and a top hat covering his short black hair, smiled back, his eyes swept over the three siblings, and finally stopped at Klein.

"You're more of a gentleman than you used to be, and it looks like the job at that 'security company' is a good fit for you."

"Maybe it's the effect of this new outfit."

Klein replied to Azik in Benson's words.

"No, I can tell, you, um......" the latter looked at Benson and Melissa behind Klein, "that's more proficient." ”

Crane was stunned for a moment, realizing that Azik was talking about digesting the "soothsayer" potion himself.

Can Mr. Azik even see this?

Although the other party had bluntly stated that he had some special abilities, and Crane had also divined on the gray mist, confirming that Azik was a very powerful extraordinary, such power was still beyond his imagination.

Crane, who was trying to find an excuse to continue asking, saw Melissa on the side constantly glaring at him, and realized that it was a little rude for him to stand in the doorway.

He hurriedly beckoned a few people to sit down, but strangely saw that Benson and Melissa were sitting on the other side, vacating the seats on both sides of him.

"You ...... this"

"This is Box 7, and Mr. Moretti has arrived."

The voice of a waiter outside the door interrupted Klein's question.

(End of chapter)